I went to my very first strip club last night. It was by far the sleaziest place imaginable.
The strippers were OLD. I'm talking at least late 40's. They were also quite plump. They had to get off the stage, which didn't even have a pole, to pick their own music from the juke box. Oh, and the women's bathroom is also the changing room. That was an awkward discovery... I've never had a conversation with a stripper before. NLE right there.

But the drinks were damn good! Strong and cheap, just how I like my men. (joke)

I struck pure gold with this place. PURE GOLD.